Thursday, 1 November 2012

How many stand upshave really stood up?I can't gig anymoreit puts my back up.looking at picture of deadpooland when it rings I can't pick up.

you need help?

I'll have your back

if you take my handbut if not I don't mindI mean I do mindI just know it doesn't sound nice,to put insurance on a relationshipbut the last time I followed my heartI got lost with too much leftand not enough right.

I don't know what it'll take for you to

mellow my mind.

now theres not enough timefor me to love another and myselfand if theres one thing I've learntfrom the lovers that have left me burntis that you should always come first

ring ring, me.I don't want to talk.but could you talk to me?

It's not me. It's not you.

I mean it's not me.It's you.

The first love.

there from the start

and I don't expect you to call

but like clockwork you do.

Don't ask me if I'm well

when we both know

you're the reason I'm not.

I've been through a few changesthat've involved blowing second chances.

a part of me knows we're meant to be

but I don't know in what capacity

no one should take up every memoryso quickly.

I don't miss her.

(I don't miss her)

Only, crave.

I feel like we get calm

in the eyes of our storms

I only escape the palpitations

when I'm with the person

I'm trying to escape from.

We're a rose royce song.

about love going wrong.but even in poemswe're not as poetic.

I keep on wanting to finishbut we're never near doneand I've left everything thatreminds me of homeso I can't blame where I'm from.You can't understand unlessyou're trying to be a grown upin the place you grew up inand know this new you is differentto the man that was promised.And each pavement slab you seeis a reminder on how you haven't.I wanted to be a super heroall I've got now is a bullshit egoand texts in my drafts I can't let goand drafts on my twitterand buttons that hover over numbersand phone calls I can't answer.and parties I don't go tobecause the only fuck ups I can handleare the ones that are on my terms.